With a slight frown, Bo Qichen turned around and glanced at someone sleeping on the big bed behind him.
In the hall, Dongfang Bo was about to go to the hospital to see Feng Jin and Nan Yi, after all, only Dongfang Shiyu and Zuo Xiaoli were there, and he was still not at ease.
Shiyu and Xiaoli are still children, where will they take care of people.
As soon as he was about to leave the door of the hall, he heard the sound of the elevator door opening and opened, and when he heard the sound and looked over, he saw Bo Qichen walking out in pure cotton white home clothes, with a slender figure.
After a pause, Dongfang Bo spoke: "Seventh Master, you are also injured, don't you take a break?"
"Nope."
Bo Qichen shook his head slightly, and at a glance, he knew that Dongfang Bo was about to go out, and then asked, "Why aren't the others in the mansion?"
Dongfang Bo sighed, and then hurriedly explained: "It's a long story, originally Nan Yi and Feng Jin went to the winding mountain road yesterday to catch up with the rainstorm, and we found a suspicious vehicle again, so the two of them took someone to chase the car, I am afraid that you are on the off-road vehicle, if you don't stop it in time, in case you and Xiao Qi are taken away, it will be troublesome."
Later, those people were all foreigners, Nan Yi was bruised by a bullet, Feng Jin was shot, and just after the operation, all the foreigners died.
At present, Nan Yi and Feng Jin are fine.
It has not been transmitted to the old mansion, and it is still being kept secret, so the seventh master can rest assured. ” Hearing this, Bo Qichen frowned, he guessed that an accident had happened, but he didn't expect Feng Jin to be shot.
His thin lips touched up and down, and he spoke: "When Feng Jin is better, take him and Nan Yi back, and recuperate in Mansion No. 7 to be safer." ” In fact, under Bo Qichen's paralyzed and cold expression, he actually has a warm heart, and he will also feel guilty.
"It's the Seventh Master."
Dongfang Bo nodded in agreement, and then left.
Ouyang Zuo was resting upstairs, Ouyang Zuo was the first to arrive at the scene last night, and then braved the rain to clean up the off-road vehicles on the street and the corpse of a foreigner or something.
It was also a hard night.
At night, when Yan Yanqi opened his eyes, he met a pair of deep eyes, and he was suddenly startled.
Seeing that she woke up, Bo Qichen poured a glass of water, and then naturally helped her up.
"Drink water."
Hearing these two words, Yan Yanqi subconsciously took the cup in his hand.
Bo Qichen raised his hand and directly put the cup against her lips, "Drink water." ” Word 7: "" Two simple words with command and domineering in them.
After swallowing his saliva, Yan Yanqi felt that his throat was very dry, the feeling of not being able to say a word, and some bitterness, all of which were the taste of medicine.
Helplessly drank water, she was thirsty anyway, and she didn't bother to move.
Soon, a glass of water bottomed out, and Bo Qichen's warm zhifu wiped off the water stains at the corners of her mouth, and the movement was natural, as if he didn't feel that there was anything abnormal about this action at all.
But the words in his arms were seven, and his back was stiff.
Bo Qichen was behind her, his hands wrapped around her, just half-hugging her, she leaned on his arms, this posture was simply indescribably ambiguous, maybe she didn't notice it at first, but just now when Bo Qichen helped her wipe the water stains on her lip flap, such an ambiguous movement, the temperature around her was a little abnormal in an instant.
"You've got a fever again, and now it's gone.
It's all right, let's go downstairs for dinner.
Ignoring the surprised expression on her face, Bo Qichen got up and helped her lift the quilt
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